Broken?

There are little rips in the fragile fabrics that wrap us

I saw it in his eyes this morning

There is fear from both of us it’s the elephant in the room sitting huge and monstrous after that night

The night we both hit the bottle too hard and he turned into someone else

Flashes of the back Hallway the light and then the smoothness of the floor as it came up to me after his hands touched my shoulders shoving me backward

There are little rips after that night, the names and pushing

How do we repair those? how do we heal?

How do I not become extra hard?

How can there be softness?

And love to hold us?

Forever

How do we step closer and closer, instead of away?